The tall grey haired president of the United States moved quietly through the darkened office..

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The tall grey haired president of the United States moved quietly through the darkened office, a thick hard-on throbbing under the fly of his immaculately tailored suit. The florescent lights had been switched off as the office shut down and the last of the day staffers could still be heard clattering down the hall towards the elevators. The last? No, not quite the last. At the sight of the attractive dark-haired secretary seated demurely waiting for him, a slow leer crept onto the supreme executive's face.
President Bill Clinton strode up to the secretary. Two wide brown eyes were turned up. The president stopped when the grey wool tailored fly of his trousers bulged directly in front of those eyes. He reached down and unzippered. The leer on the president's face widened as he felt his secretary's sharp inhalation when the supreme executive's impressive eleven inch cock pushed out.
"C'mon suck me, Baby!" growled the attractive grey-haired leader of the country, whose boyish good looks had created wet spots in the panties of the nation's women, innumerable times since he had ascended to office. Mesmerised, the secretary's lips widened into a circle. But as the president felt the moist compelling sensation of lips sliding over the big bulbous head of his prick, his eyes fell on a copy of The Wall Street Journal which lay discarded upon a nearby desk.
Headlines in second coming type could not fail to catch his eye. "Lewinsky Sucks Clinton!" the banner headline trumpeted in block letters.
"Jesus!" exclaimed the president. "If only they knew! The media can't get away from the story of that lying little tart.Whatten hell do they think? I'd be dumb enough to stick my dick into the mouth of some bubble headed bimbo!!?"
The secretary paused at the exclamation. "Sir?!"
Bill Clinton looked down. "No, not you, Jeffrey! You're real smart for a secretary. C'mon, get on with it!"
Clamping his hands on the back of White House typist, Jeffrey Montgomery's crew cut brown head, Bill Clinton pressed the young man's face down again onto his upward thrusting organ.
"Glmpppff!"
The president's thick prick proved a mouthful that the young man could barely swallow. His eyes bulged as his face was forced into the presidential loins.
"Suck that presidential dick, Boy!" Bill Clinton groaned. And the handsome secretary did his best to obey the presidential command. His young head bobbed furiously up and down, and his shapely lips tightened slickly on the president's turgid purple-veined cock. Again and again, the naive 21 year old White House staffer worshipped the cock of the president whom he adored.
Bill Clinton signed blissfully at the young man's eager ministrations. "Oooh, Jeff, Boy! I love it when you tickle my pee slit with the tip of your tongue." He breathed. "Yeah! Uh-huh! Attaboy! Touch my balls, please?"
The typist's slim long fingered hand worked into the national trousers to cup around the president's two heavy hairy orbs.
"That feels sooo good!" Clinton groaned.

The only sound for a few moments was the slurping and gulping of the young man's frantic mobile tongue as it travelled titillatingly up and down the Democratic President's member like a paraplegic playing a piccolo. Displaying the competent versatilityand ability to juggle multiple tasks that he was famed for, the hunky president continued to read the Wall Street Journal headlines.
"Economy unshakeably strong." The president read out loud. "Well, okay, that's good to hear. I'd been a bit worried by what I've been hearing about the Asian money markets. But if our economy is as strong as that, it won't touch us. No problem."
Lured by the exquisite sensations of his secretary's flickering tongue, the president began to rock his hips back and forward, mouth fucking the orally talented typist. One of the young man's slender hands was rummaging the presidential trouser fly, cupping and caressing the president's massive meaty balls.
Few of the nation's electorate knew that their country's leader had magnificent teardrop shaped testicles, but it was in tribute to these, that Clinton had gotten his affectionate nickname "Droopy." It was no wonder that the young typist was moaning in ecstasy as his mobile tongue slurped and slathered its way onto their hot, hirsute surfaces.
"Baghdad Bombed Brutally." The president read his way down the headlines. "Brutally!" he snorted. "The media's got it in for me. Hillary is right. It's gotta be a conspiracy. How can they call it brutally? It was only one bomb, -one smart li'l A bomb..."
"AND it was the first A bomb dropped in decades." he went on reflecting aloud in an injured tone. "You'd think they'd be distracted by the political and ecological implications, but noooo... Lewinsky! What in blue blazes is the fascination with Lewinsky?"
"Sir...?" Breathed secretary-typist, Jeffrey Montgomery tremulously. "Never mind Lewinsky. Could you talk to me for a moment, here? I was just wondering about our little understanding that we have. I wouldn't be doing this for just any president you know. You do respect me, don't you?"
"Respect you? Heck Jeff! You've got the best mouth of all the guys on our temporary staff!"
The president took the secretary's head in his hands and looked fiercely into the blushing face. "I don't merely respect you, Jeffie, I can't keep my mind off of you. Day and night. You've got me captivated, Boy! So get back to sucking my shlong, because I have the idea I've got to head off for a meeting with the Secretary of Defense at some point this evening."
"He sucks your dick too?" Fascinated by the back room business transacted in the national corridors of power, the bewildered young secretary gasped a question before he took the president's massive erection into his mouth again.
"Well... Other way around, mostly." Clinton's eyes turned up with bliss. The two men were so enrapt by their tender conversation, that they failed to hear the noiseless, catlike tread of Clinton's two body guards on the thick carpet behind them.
Ever alert for the danger of security risks, the treasury agents had noticed a delay in the president's expected departureand come seeking him. Now the two broad shouldered T-men were riveted at the sight of their manly master, caught with his cock in the mouth of a younger male.
to be continued next week ...

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